Am I the only one to feel a little annoyed with the Americans for the whole Prince Harry in Afghanistan farce? First of all, Hazza finds himself fighting in their illegal war, and then the Yank’s dim-witted media leak the story which the British press agreed to keep secret.
Anyway, he’s being sent back to England because it is feared he is at more risk of being killed than regular soldiers – not because he is the grandson of the Queen, but because he is a ginger.
Disappointing for a Jack Black movie. The remake of Ghostbusters was funny, though.
You may remember last week when some colleagues of mine tried to put a massive spider on me. Well, I had my revenge on Sam (the ringleader) this afternoon…
A member of staff is leaving the office tomorrow, and in preparation for the departure, we were asked to blow up balloons. Adam, another colleague of mine, decided to put some hand wash on a balloon and ask Sam to inflate it, causing an unpleasant smelling experience. The outcome was so much better!
When picking up the balloon, the cleaning fluid fell onto Sam’s hands and work surface. At first he accused me of handing him a salvia-filled balloon, but we went on to trick him that the fluid was actually piss (we wanted to say semen, but though that was going too far). Needless to say, he was a little disturbed about his hands, shirt and desk being covered in, what he thought was human urine.
It was only when he went to wash his hands with the same detergent which had been placed on the balloon, that we told him the true story. :o)
I spent a whole day attending mandatory staff training. If only someone could market the courses in pill form – they would make excellent sleeping tablets!
This evening I joined fellow Bath City fans at Twerton Park. City weren’t playing; instead our inferior tenants, Team Bath, faced a crucial “top of the table clash” against Kings Lynn. Lynn are a famous and historic non-league football club, and their fans have a good relationship with City supporters.
Team Bath are a university project, part funded by the taxpayer. This financial advantage has seen them climb the football pyramid at an alarming rate. The club is looked down upon by many non-league football fans as they are more of a “project” than a “football club”. Their support is very poor, even for non-league standard.
Throughout the game, the City fans joined the travelling supporters in cheering on Kings Lynn. It isn’t usual to see a lot of Team Bath supporters, in fact we were lucky when we found 1. I say “lucky”… this fan didn’t take too kindly to going a goal down and having a man sent off and reacted by hurling personal abuse and threats towards an innocent Kings Lynn fan, who was simply enjoying the game. What a nice man.
For the final 10 minutes, we moved behind the dugouts to see how the Team Bath management team were coping with being 2-0 down. Our support for Kings Lynn continued, and we were rewarded when they were given a penalty, which they converted, making it 3-0. At this point, Team Bath head coach Andy Tillson, had a go at ME for not supporting HIS team and questioned my reasoning for attending the game.
Team Bath very rarely get any support to speak of, and when Tillson was asked by a fan if he could handle a crowd, he replied “I would rather not have one”… sums it up really!
With my hand on my heart, I can honestly say, throught the whole match, I did not swear, use any personal insults towards Team Bath staff or players, or incite trouble. I was simply joining Bath City in supporting Kings Lynn – a proper football club. If the Team Bath staff cannot handle the support from football fans, they should quit the game.
I wasn’t the only fan to receive a telling off. Other City fans were on the receiving end of a lecture and I even heard reports of fans being sworn at by Team Bath fans and staff (although for legal reasons, I cannot verify this).
The game ended Team Bath 0-4 Kings Lynn.
As I left the ground, the travelling supporters thanked my fellow fans and me for our support. What a nice gesture. A million miles away from what I heard from the Team Bath bench.
Good luck, Kings Lynn!
I have just read you can die from eating too much cake! :o(
I spotted this at St. Albans football ground where I watched Bath City win 2-1. It’s hardly the infamous THIS IS ANFIELD sign, is it! :o)
I went to see Jimmy Carr this evening at the Bath Pavillion. Having seen him last year, I am pleased to report that the 2008 show is just as funny. Unlike last time, I can’t remember all the jokes he told, so won’t be reciting endless pages of them onto my blog. Most of this show, however, was spent heckling with the audience.
This heckling covered animals, children, panda, whales, and for some strange random reason, carpets (yes, the stuff you put on the floor!).
The Pavillion can only be described as a hall where you would expect to have a school assembly. Unlike last year, someone thought it would be a good idea to cover the ceilings and walls in bed linen. This trapped the heat and made the room like a tent. When 1,000 people are in a small room, with little space for heat to escape, it got very hot.
The drinks were very expensive – £3.00 for a can of lager. The queues for the toilets seemed endless. Therefore, at the interval, I went to the Sports Centre to use their facilities before heading to a local off licence to buy some Grolsch which was far cheaper than in the Pavillion. Call me a pikey for sneaking it back in (using the inside of my coat), but 89p a can V £3.00 a can – I know who’s winning!
At the end of the show, I queued to get a DVD signed by Jimmy. Everyone he spoke during the show got the piss totally ripped out of them, mainly because they didn’t speak the Queens English, or as it is now known “Carr’s English”. I was expecting to get stick myself. I was proven wrong. Offstage, Jimmy Carr is a totally different character. He is very appreciative of the fans, was happy to sign merchandise and thanked each individual for coming. The politest person I have met in some time.
As the blog above mentions, I went into town this evening to watch Jimmy Carr live. I had planned to walk in with Simon and meet him at 7pm near to his house. Simon was fashionably late, so I was forced to wait on the street corner. Not wanting to be mistaken for a prostitute hanging around the traffic lights, I decided to explorer a local corner shop and buy some chocolate.
As I walked into the shop, my movements were tracked by the shop assistant. As I approached the confectionary counter, he continued to stare and remarked that my eyes looked red. “Here we go”, I thought to myself. He thinks I’m a crack head who is going to rob him and rape his daughter.
I pointed out that I wasn’t under the influence of narcotics. He then laughed and told me how I didn’t look like the kind of person who would take drugs and that I was probably just tired (which I was). He went on to say “You probably saw me and assumed I thought I knew about drugs; I used to live near people who took them”. The man was Asian, but I never made the connection. He obviously assumed I did. Shit, man – he made ME feel bad!
While waiting for Simon, I stayed in the safety and warmth of the shop, chatting to my new friend, and was given some valuable advice – computers are bad and they damage your eyes. Looks like I’ll be handing in my P45 on Monday.
That Mitchell and Webb Look returned for another series this evening. Some great new sketches including
As well welcome returns off
SIR DIGBY CHICKEN CESAR!!!
Very good as it was, it does make me wonder if the shows creators have been watching a bit of South Park. A sketch featuring a character with an arse for a face is exactly the same as a SP episode from a few years ago, along with joke about bizarre hidden images in the famous Last Supper painting.
